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| candle_in_the_wind |
on Mon 15 Jan 07, 12:20 AM to candle_in_the_wind's blog.
Their evenings together had been gradually building up in intensity. Always different, even from day one, no particular plan, everything just flowed. They spoke between meetings, sometimes just casual chitchat but more often than not the conversation would turn to talk of their darker side, their desires, their thoughts of previous liaisons.
There was a chemistry between them, two like minded souls, lucky to have found each other at this time. Both free to explore, to stretch limits, to exceed boundaries.
They had agreed that the pace was good, though she hinted that she was ready for it step up a bit further. She wasn't expecting the reaction she got from him, he seemed distant all of a sudden, like he was not interested in any changes and that her mentioning it may have spoiled the dynamics of their relationship. There was a quick goodbye though plans were made for the next Saturday.
On the Friday he text her to say that he would be arriving earlier than stated, coming straight from the airport and would be leaving only an hour or so later. He just needed a place to stop and freshen up before travelling to another airport.
She was still excited at the prospect of seeing him though she was not sure why. This was not how it was between them! a drop in visit, niceties, comfort? But the hostess in her made sure that the following evening she had quick, easily prepared food on hand and towels warming on the radiator. She was dressed sexily but feminine, short black skirt, soft pretty top, bra and matching thong and hold up stockings, no shoes.
The doorbell rang and she opened it with a smile. He had a face like thunder, he pushed her back inside, into the front room and down onto her knees. He whispered into her ear “you will not stand again in my presence unless instructed to do so” then he slapped her face. Not as hard as he had before but the sheer shock of it took her breath away.
She almost smiled, thinking he was just joking. This was not really going to be one of their usual nights, he was here only for an hour. But she then saw the bag he had placed on the floor. From the top poked a cane and she could see it was bulging with other things. It did not look like he had just come from the airport with a bottle of duty free perfume for her!
“Listen carefully” he instructed. “You are to remain on your hands and knees whenever you are in the room with me, only standing when out of my sight if I say it is allowed. You will not look at me directly, you will only answer my questions with a Yes, Sir or a No, Sir. You will not speak, utter a sound, comment or cry out. If you do so you will be caned and gagged. If you cannot keep still when commanded you will be caned and tied. If you do not serve me to the letter you will be punished. You are mine till I tire of you”
She still believed he had a plane to catch later and knew there was not much he could do to her in just an hour. She took comfort in this though she knew it would not be an easy 60 minutes. What she did not know was that there was no plane, no business meeting, no pressing engagement to take him away. In fact it was a Bank Holiday so no-one would miss either of them till Tuesday morning.
He emptied the bag in front of her. A new ball gag, larger than hers fell out, matching cuffs and ankle restraints too. Lengths of chain rattled and tumbled out. Then she glimpsed something that she had thought about many times. A collar! Wide, padded leather, she could see the quality of it, knew it would be soft yet firm against her neck. A large buckle fastening and four D Rings evenly spaced for complete restraint if necessary. ………………………………................
This was better than roses and chocolates any time !! She had always fantasized about being collared. It held a significance, a statement, a commitment, a show of obedience, a mark of ownership. He placed it around her neck, tenderly at first but then as he tightened it she felt the true meaning of it. He held her comfort, her dignity, her life, in his hands.
He instructed her to go and fetch all her usual play items, cuffs and rope, bar spreaders and blindfold. He also told her to run a bath for him. She started to stand and instantly he kicked her back down. She stared at him in shock. He picked up the cane, flexed it a few times, stepped behind her and raised his arm. She curled up in a reflex action head down, which raised her buttocks towards him. He brought down his arm, the whish of the cane as hard as the strike. He followed this with two more. With no warm up and no word of warning the strokes had cut deeply in her flesh, she could already feel the welts rising. He said one was for standing, one was for looking at him directly and one was just because he felt like it. He dismissed her with his hand.
She crawled out of the door, like a whimpering dog, all the way to the bottom of the stairs. She then stood to walk up. Before she had gone up two steps she felt his hands grab her hair and pull her back down. She started to say “What the F….” but the look in his eyes stopped her. He leaned in close, twisting her hair, pulling her head back. “I did not say you could stand, you worthless bitch. Crawl! Get the things and crawl back down with them”
As she turned to go upstairs on her hands and knees he slapped her hard across her buttocks, hitting the still sore welts. The pain flashed through her but she said nothing. She collected some things, left some in the bedside drawer knowing they would be better left upstairs. She crawled into the bathroom and turned on the taps. The hard wooden floor hurt her knees but she did not cry out. She came down the stairs backwards, carrying all the props in one cradled arm, hopeful that she would not drop anything.
She entered the lounge but did not see him. She dropped the items onto the floor. Suddenly he was behind her, dragging her further into the room by her hair, she was scrambling over her stuff, falling except his grip was keeping her upright. Her head hurt from the strain on her scalp.
She stayed still as he reached down to select some things. Her hand automatically went to her head to rub it, to check she was not missing clumps of hair. He pushed her off balance with his foot, she fell in a pile, looking stupid and red faced. “As you cant keep still, I will restrain you” he said.
He chose two straps for just above her elbows and to this he attached a short spreader bar, secured at the back. This prevented her moving her arms forward but allowed limited movement of her lower arms so that she could still perform some duties.
He ordered her into the kitchen, allowing her to stand at the doorway. He asked for coffee and biscuits. It was hard swinging her body from side to side to gain as much length to her arm's reach. She was slow and awkward. She stayed in the kitchen, watching but not questioning why he went to his car to fetch his laptop and what looked like an overnight bag.
She managed to carry the cup of coffee into the lounge but putting it down was difficult and she spilled some. “Lick that up” he demanded. “I don't like coffee” she replied.
In two large steps he was next to her, grabbing her head, pushing it down into the mess, grazing her nose and cheek on the table. He pushed her away and down and as she fell awkwardly on her restrained arms she cried out in pain. He kicked at her buttocks, hard enough to send her rocking. She struggled to upright herself, her mind racing. This was too much. He must have lost it! She was not sure if he was in control of himself.
She wriggled and squirmed and raised herself onto her knees. Pins and needles already setting in to her feet. She secretly thanked herself for not wearing shoes as kneeling made them bend her feet back in half and the discomfort was unbearable after only a minute or so.
As he strode past her she flinched, expecting some reprisal but instead he went out of the door and upstairs. She heard him rummaging in her bedroom and then he reappeared with some of her more intimate toys. He pulled her over to the sofa and pushed her head forward so she was leaning on it. He made her spread her legs, attached ankle cuffs and a long spreader bar to keep her open and exposed. He then added a blindfold and a gag. She heard him unzip his trousers and without warning he thrust his hard cock into her pussy.
Though somewhat excited before at seeing him she was not wet enough for this violation. He grazed her soft outer lips with his harsh invasion and she moaned through the gag. He took no notice and continued, building up the pace and pressure. He pulled out suddenly, wiping a few drops of pre-cum on her back, then stood.
His control of his own body was awesome. Most would not be able to stop at such a critical point, would need to release. But he pulled up his trousers and carried on as if nothing had happened.
He went upstairs, where the forgotten bath was still filling. He turned off the taps himself then returned to the lounge and she heard him set up his laptop next to her.
Suddenly he was behind her again. The cane whished in the air, she tensed, waiting for the pain. He tapped the cane against her cheeks, gently but firmly, he covered the whole area and the tops of her thighs. It was almost like a massage, her skin tingled, she knew it would be turning a lovely rosy pink.
As a punishment for leaving the bath running, he then gave two hard strikes on each cheek, she bit hard on the gag to suppress a scream. He put his hands on her, they felt cool against her burning buttocks. He rubbed her, caressed her and his fingers moved closer and lower.
His thumbs brushed over her anus and she involuntarily moved up to meet his touch. He teased her for a while then pushed a finger tip into her back passage. Her muscles contracted, blocking further entry. He poured a large amount of liquid lube on her, it ran between her cheeks and over her pussy and clit. He inserted a small butt plug in her and said that if it were to fall out he would beat her.
He moved to sit down and she clenched her arse to grip the plug but the lube made it so slippery it just plopped out on the floor. She could feel the anger emanating from him. He slapped her hard once but then went back to his computer without saying a word.
The seconds turned into minutes, he had not spoken nor commanded. He did not acknowledge her existence. He worked. He ignored. Her knees and arms ached, a pool of saliva wetting the leather of the sofa, pooling on her cheek. He worked more. For nearly 20 minutes she was left with only her thoughts, her fears, her aching limbs. Then he stood abruptly.
He ordered her to climb the stairs, trussed as she was, in order to bathe him. The butt plug and the arm restraints were to remain in place. If she displeased him she would soon feel his wrath. And of course she did !! ………………
Over the next 36 hours she rode a roller coaster: of emotions, of her treatment, of his moods, of his punishments. He owned her. He broke her, he mended her, he broke her again. Heaven and Hell.
Edited Sat 3 Feb 07, 4:58 PM by candle_in_the_wind
